User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20140724221042/@comment-3474228-20140725054443

As they round the corner however, they see no trace of otter or blood. A shout nearby gets some of the vermin looking up, to a rooftop across from where they are standing. Flynn stands with the stoat's arrow nocked to his bow and winks. "Got ya, mates." He lets the arrow fly at the ferret before jumping backwards and out of sight